Well, It's been a while...
SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY
X-PlanC
"Where could he have gone? It was a cupboard." The Brigadier asked.
"He might have teleported back to his ship." The Doctor suggested.
He whispered to Ian.
"The TARDIS would have been locked."
They all heard louder and clearer clicks and squeaks from the machine.
"They're compensating for our poor connection." The Doctor translated.
"How do you know?" The Brigadier asked, suspicious.
"Oh, he's an expert with alien languages." Barbara quickly explained.
More clicks and squeaks came through. The Doctor looked unhappy.
"No, no, no."
"What's the matter? What are they saying?"
"They're wondering why an alien craft is on an unoccupied planet. I'm going to send them a quick film of human history to try and let them know their mistake."
He sonicked the machine, and they could hear a clip playing on the alien's ship.
"That should get the message across."
A discussion was heard, and the Doctor looked even more concerned.
"They claim it's false. There's another ship near here, and they've confirmed no life."
"Why would they do that? There are clearly life signs here." Ian exclaimed.
"Indeed. Other aliens have been here, and there are several satellites sending messages into space constantly. It would be hard to miss us." The Brigadier glanced at the civilians. "If you try to tell people this, we will deny it, and your reputations will be destroyed."
They nodded quickly, understanding.
"Quiet!" The Doctor hushed them. "They're saying something else."
They looked at him expectantly.
"Their translator equipment is broken, and they don't know English. They want our equipment."
"We don't have any translation equipment." Said the Brigadier.
"You do." The Doctor reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black box.
"My little side trip." He reminded Barbara and Ian about the stop he'd made before coming to this time. "I thought something would get in our way, so I had a backup plan."
Ian and Barbara sighed.
"It's typical of you to do something like this." Barbara smiled.
"Tell them we have a translator. We can't afford to waste any time."
The Doctor spoke to them, and they heard clicks in return.
"They say they're going to pick us up from our ship."
"One problem." Ian scratched his chin. "We're not in a ship."
The Doctor looked around the room, taking in the details and realising the message.
"Oh, I see. I see. They consider this room to be a ship." He put his hand on one of the walls. "Yes. Metal."
The Brigadier sighed.
"All of the walls are made of metal. The entire building."
"But just these walls surrounding this room are built with an alloy consisting of an ordinary material found in Earth, and another that's only found on a few planets. Not Earth."
"And this means?"
"To them, this room is a ship." He tilted his head as more clicks came from the machine. "And they're transporting us in one minute."
The Brigadier walked swiftly to the door. "This is where I leave you, then. I still need to convince the council to approve my plans, and I don't want to leave this planet, thank you very much."
"This is goodbye then." Barbara smiled sadly.
"Indeed. Pleasure meeting you." He looked at 'John Smith', who was trying to get one of the lights on the machine to stop blinking rapidly. "Well, you two at least."
Ian shook his hand. Barbara did the same.
"Goodbye, Mr Smith."
Mr Smith saluted, and grinned childishly.
Practically as soon as the Brigadier left the room, the walls started to glow in a strange amber shade.
"Here we go." The Doctor moaned.
"It'll be fine." Barbara rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Doctor."
The Brigadier closed the door and shook his head.
He focused on what he needed to do now. Talk again with the council, convince them that U.N.I.T was needed.
He'd now have to also reassure them that the issue with 'Mr Smith' was resolved.
Unfortunately, his mind drifted back to this man, 'Wupo'.
Who was he, and where was he now?
His drifting mind led to drifting feet, and as he regained his train of thought, he found himself outside of the cupboard.
Curiosity overcame him, and he crouched to peer inside. All he could see was a strange blue-ish glow being emitted from inside.
From this position, however, he realised that he could easily crawl through to investigate. He edged through slightly, before feeling a light tap on his shoulder.
He sighed, and backed out.
"Sir?" A soldier looked at him, confused.
"What is it, man?"
"The council wants to speak with you. Also, if I may speak freely..."
"If you are about to speak freely and ask why I am attempting to crawl into a small cupboard, then don't bother to ask. It's none of your concern." He snapped.
The soldier was taken aback.
"Sorry sir."
"You can leave. I'm on my way."
The soldier saluted and hurried away quickly. The Brigadier took one last look at the cupboard door before shaking his head.
"Whatever's in there isn't likely to disappear into thin air anytime soon. I'll look after the meeting." He said to himself, before standing up as straight as he usually did and marching towards the meeting room.
